I was on my way home from a vacation abroad. I spent the first half of my trip with my boyfriend, after which he went home and I visited with some friends I had met in college who now live in Paris. Since my (gorgeous) boyfriend was picking me up at Kennedy, I decided to wear a pretty dress with a plunging neckline and underneath, a sheer black push-up bra and hold-up stockings without underwear to make our rendezvous a little sexier.
I purchased a copy of a British magazine to pass the time on the overseas flight. One of the articles was about the rise of woman on woman sex in London full with explicit details: two female tongues, two sets of lush breasts, two creamy pussies, and sometimes three.
I started fantasizing about seeing my boyfriend at the airport, kissing his mouth and tongue, waiting until we got to the car park and sitting astride him, gliding up and down on his cock as he bit my nipples. I always have intense orgasms in the car, the angle of the seats hits my g-spot and I come hard with the added thrill of being seen.
I kept arranging and rearranging my legs to put pressure on my clit and relieve some of the sexual tension I was feeling. The more I moved my legs, the more aware I was of the satiny garter belt, my bare thighs and freshly shaved soft pussy lips. They had turned off the cabin lights, and I slipped a hand into my dress and cupped my tit, slightly pinching my tiny pearl sized nipple. I was getting so turned on, I could feel the wetness seeping out of me. I knew that I needed to come or I was going to be in excruciating anticipation for the rest of the flight to New York.
I gathered up my purse and headed back to the bathroom. I was carrying a travel-sized, round-topped deodorant in my bag that I rinsed off in the sink. Then, I applied some ruby red lipstick to my mouth and took off my dress.... the woman looking back at me was gorgeous... black bra with hard nipples pouring over the top of the cups, tight stomach, and a black garter belt that highlighted my gorgeous pussy, shaved expertly with a fine strip of fair hair. My clit was engorged and peeking out of my little pussy lips.
I put the seat down on the toilet and sat on the bottle of deodorant. Not the size of my man, but an exquisite fullness all the same. I decided to extend my fantasy of sex play on an airplane, and painted clear gloss (vanilla scented) on my nipples and clit with the applicator. I started to move slowly up and down on the applicator while I rubbed my clit in circles and I felt my body get hot. I sloped back and began vigorously pumping the bottle in and out of me as I rubbed my clit harder, taking breaks to pinch my slippery, vanilla nipples.
As I came, I thought of how sweet I would taste to my boyfriend.